"About Meadows" daughter and Sanford? Yes, and rather a melancholy affair. The worst part of it is, that the foolish young man has been embezzling the money of his employer."
"Yes, that is very bad. But Millard might have known that Sanford could not dash about and spend money as he did upon his salary alone."
"I do n"t suppose he knew any thing about his habits. He is an unsuspicious man, and keeps himself quietly at home when not in his store."
"Well, I did then. I saw exactly how he was going on, and could have told him; but it wasn"t any of my business."
"I do n"t care so much for Millard or his clerk as I do for the foolish girl and her parents. Her happiness is gone and theirs with it."
"Ah, yes--that is the worst part. But they might have known that something of the kind would take place. They were together a good deal, and were frequently to be seen riding out on Sunday afternoons."
"This was not with the knowledge of her parents, I am sure."
"I do n"t suppose it was. Still they should have looked more carefully after their child. I knew it and could have told them how things were going--but it was n"t any of my business. I always keep myself clear from these matters."
Just at this moment a third person came up. He looked serious.
"Mr. Larkin," he said, "I have just heard that your daughter and Hatfield, your clerk, were married at the same time that Sanford was, and went off with that young man and his bride. Alderman ----, it is said, united them."
Larkin turned instantly pale. Hatfield had been away since the morning of the day before, and his daughter was not at home, having asked the privilege of going to see a cousin who resided a few miles from the city. A call upon Alderman ---- confirmed the afflicting intelligence. The father returned home to communicate the news to his wife, on whom it fell with such a shock that she became quite ill.
"He might have known that something of this kind would have happened," remarked the person who had communicated the intelligence, as soon as Larkin had left. "No man who does n"t wish his daughters to marry his clerks, ought to let them go to b.a.l.l.s and concerts together, and ride out when they please on Sunday afternoons."
"Did Larkin permit this with Jane and Hatfield?"
"They were often thus together whether he permitted it or not."
"He could n"t have known it."
"Perhaps not. I could have given him a hint on the subject, if I had chosen--but it was none of my business."
On the next day all the parties came home--Sanford compulsorily, in the hands of an officer; Hatfield voluntarily, and in terrible alarm. The two brides were of course included. Sanford soon after left the city, and has not since been heard of. His crime was "breach of trust!" As for Hatfield, he was received on the principle that, in such matters, the least said the soonest mended. In the course of a few months he was able to restore the two hundred dollars he had abstracted. After this was done he felt easier in mind. He did not, however, make the foolish creature he had married happy. Externally, or to the world, they seem united, but internally they are not conjoined. Too plainly is this apparent to the father and mother, who have many a heart-ache for their dearly loved child.
THE MOTHER"S PROMISE.
A LADY, handsomely dressed, was about leaving her house to make a few calls, when a little boy ran out from the nursery, and clasping one of her gloved hands in both of his, looked up into her face with a glance of winning entreaty, saying, as he did so:
"Mamma! dear mamma! Won"t you buy me a picture-book, just like cousin Edie"s?"
"Yes, love," was the unhesitating reply; and the lady stooped to kiss the sweet lips of her child.
"Eddy must be a good boy, and mind nurse while mamma is away," she added.
"I"ll be so good," replied Eddy, with all the earnestness of a childish purpose. "You may ask nurse when you come home, if I have not been the goodest little boy that ever was."
Mrs. Herbert kissed her darling boy again, and then went forth to make her morning round of calls. Eddy returned to the nursery, strong in his purpose, to be a good boy, as he had promised.
"Such a dear little picture-book as mamma is going to bring me home," he said to nurse, as he leaned his arms against her, and looked up into her face. "Oh! won"t I be so glad. It"s to be just like cousin Edie"s. Mamma said so; and cousin Edie"s book is so beautiful. I "ve wanted one ever since I was there. Is"nt mamma good?"
"Yes, Eddy," replied the nurse, "your mamma is very good; and you should love her so much, and do everything she tells you to do."
"I do love her," said the child. "Oh, I love her more than all the world; and I"m going to mind every thing she says."
Then the child went to his play, and was happy with his toys. But his thoughts were on the picture-book, and pleasantly his young imagination lingered amid its attractive pages.
"Is"nt it "most time for mother to be home?" he asked, at the end of half an hour, coming to the side of his nurse, and gazing up into her face.
"Why no, child," replied the nurse, "not for a long while yet."
Eddy looked disappointed. But that instant the door bell rung.
"There"s mamma!" exclaimed the child, clapping his hands; and before nurse could restrain him, he had bounded from the room, and his little feet were heard pattering down the stairs. Slowly he came back, after a little while, and with a look of disappointment on his sweet young face, entered the nursery, saying, as he did so:
"It was only a man with brooms to sell."
"Your mamma won"t be home for a long time yet, Eddy," said his nurse, "so it is of no use for you to expect her. Go and build block houses again."
"I"m tired of block houses," replied the little boy, "and now that mamma has promised me a picture-book like cousin Edie"s I can"t think of anything else."
"Oh, well," said nurse, a little impatiently, "she"ll be home in good time. Try and not think of the book. It won"t do any good--it won"t bring her home a minute sooner."
"I can"t help thinking of it," persisted the child, in whom the imaginative faculty was unusually, strong for one of his age.
In a little while, however, something occurred to interest him, and a full hour elapsed before he again recurred to his mother and the expected picture book. As best she could, his nurse diverted his mind, and kept him, in a measure, occupied with what was around him.
At length it was full time for Mrs. Herbert to return. Eddy had ceased to find interest in anything appertaining to the nursery. He went down into the parlor, and seating himself at the window, watched, with childish eagerness, for the form of his mother.
Strange as it may seem to the reader, Mrs. Herbert had scarcely pa.s.sed into the street, ere her promise was forgotten. Not that she was indifferent to the happiness of her child--not that she was a heartless mother. Far very far from this. Purely and truly did she love this sweet boy. But, so much were her thoughts interested in other things, that she did not, at the time, comprehend the earnestness of his childish wishes; nor think of her promise as a sacred thing. The request for a picture book seemed to her but the expression of a sudden thought, that pa.s.sed from his mind as soon as uttered. And yet, she had not promised without intending to meet the wishes of her child, for she was an indulgent mother, and rarely said "No," to any request that might reasonably be gratified. She had noticed Cousin Edie"s pretty book, and thought that she would, some time or other, get one like it for Eddy. The child"s request but seconded this thought. There was will, therefore, in her promise. She meant to do as she had said.
But things of more interest to Mrs. Herbert, than the simple wish of a child, so fully occupied her mind from the time she left her own door, that she never again thought of the book, until she saw Eddy"s dear face at the window. It was serious, and slightly impatient, as if he were wearied with watching and waiting; but the moment his eyes rested upon her form, his whole countenance brightened, as though lit up by a sunbeam. Almost as soon as Mrs. Herbert"s hand touched the bell, the street door was thrown open, and the glad child stood, like a rebuking spirit, before her.
"Where"s my book, mamma? Give me my book, mamma! Oh, I"m so glad you"ve come!"
Now, the first conviction of wrong, often has an irritating effect upon the mind, obscuring its perceptions, and leading, sometimes, to the impulsive commission of greater wrongs. It was so in the present case. The happy countenance of her child did not bring joy to the mother"s heart; for she knew that with a word, she must dash to the ground all his buoyant antic.i.p.ations. And she remembered, too, at the moment, how poorly he could bear disappointment.
"Eddy, dear," said Mrs. Herbert, taking her little boy by the hand, and advancing toward the parlor door with him, "Eddy, dear, let me tell you something."
Her grave tone and look caused a shiver to pa.s.s inward toward the heart of the child. He understood, but too well, that the mother, whose word he had trusted so implicitly, had been faithless to her promise.
Poor child! even this advancing shadow of a coming disappointment, darkened his young face and filled his eyes with tears.
Mrs. Herbert sat down on the nearest chair, as she entered the parlor, and drew Eddy to her side. She saw, from his sad face, that words were not required to make him aware that the promised book was not in her possession; and she knew, from former experience, that trouble was before her. Unhappily, she did not feel softened, but rather irritated, toward the child.
"Eddy," she said firmly, yet with as much tenderness as she could a.s.sume, "Eddy, you know you promised me to be such a good boy."